Post-Ian 10.15.22 "Surrender/Release"

 

 

First hibiscus after the storm

I am surrendering today

to what is.

Releasing my need to have

anything my way.

Working always with the

ingredients before me.

What else can I possibly do?

Why do we think we can control

things through our own desires?

A pure recipe for grief.

And Lord knows, we have

enough of that.

 

6:05 am

10.15.22

Post-Ian 10.14.22 "At Dawn"

 

I sit quietly

before dawn

clock pendulum swings

I have been remiss

in writing her for days.

Highly unusual.

I find myself stressing

when what I need to do

is meditate

get a grip

focus on JOY

and GOODNESS

and DIVINE ORDER

which is hard in a world

blown to pieces

There is no setting in.

There is only riding the wave.

6:25 a.m. 10.14.22

Inspired by "At Dawn, Sitting at My Father's House" by Elizabeth Cook-Lynn

Post-Ian 10.7.22 "Feel Strange" an acrostic poem

 Based on the words "feel strange" from Rudy Francisco's poem "Click."

For now, Fort Myers

Everything is different

Everything is strange

Left flattened, but not defeated

Some days better than others

Thankful for what is in hand

Real life in multi-dimensions

Ariel 'copters -- sounds like a war zone

Not giving up, not ever

Going to see this through for

Everyone to thrive once more

Post-Ian 10.1.22 "Shine"

While we had no electricity, Jim and I spent many evenings on the lanai, eating dinner, listening to music, talking, watching the sun and clouds and the rising of Jupiter and the outing of the stars. It truly was one of the gifts of this time.

A yummy blackened fish sandwich from RT

Inspired by lines from the poem "Yo Yo Ma at the Inauguration" by Lynn Ungar

This is how we do it,

make the real promise of the day

 

Right now

    feeling that

           promise to

Love deeper, to

        stay in the 

            moment.

 

To be kind.

 

Think.

 

Care.

 

Our community breached

in ways unimaginable.

 

October -- shine on us...please.

 

12:15 pm

10.1.22 

Post-Ian 9.30.22 "Holding the Center"

Our street morning after Ian

 

 Inspired by these words from "At the Teahouse, 6 a.m." by Holly J. Hughes

How long will he hurl himself

against the dusty glass? How long

will we believe we are not free?

 

I'm feeling free today.

I only have to be in the moment.

Let what comes, come.

I'm holding the center

Feeling the power of

wisdom in adversity.

Believing in the best 

yet to come.

We know it is there.

Free to believe it is so!

 

11:22 a.m.

9.30.22

During Ian 9.28.22 "Still Going On"

I wrote this poem around 5 pm, well into the 8th hour of Hurricane Ian.  

The poem was "It is the year 2036" in which the poet Rudy Francisco imagines what is happening in the year 2036.

 

I am reading this after

a long horrible day

with Hurricane Ian

that hasn't ended yet.

                    It could well be 2036 

                    and Rudy forgot to

                    add that the hurricane

                    from 2022 is still

                    going on.

A Pantoum Written Pre-Ian 9.26.22 "Place of Mind"

This poem inspired by Richard Blanco's "Place of Mind" which uses the pantoum form of repeating lines in specific ways. The italicized line in my poem is from his poem.

Growing older, I'm settling in

Maybe even permanently so

I'm curious of the future

Feel no immediate needs

Maybe even permanently so

I stay in the moment, now

Feel no immediate needs

Of what does my Act 3 consist?

I stay in the moment, now

Rest my brain -- heart -- soul

Of what does my Act 3 consist?

Accumulation of the "mes" before?

Rest my brain -- heart -- soul

Remember to be Big Sky

Accumulation of all the "mes" before

Always beginning, yet always ending

Remember to be Big Sky

Growing older, I'm settling in

Always beginning, yet always ending

I'm curious about the future

4:05 pm

9.26.22